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If We Could Go Back And Be Naive Again

“I’m happy to see you again.”

“Likewise; it’s been too long.”

“I figured you were busy. Every time I call you out for a cup of coffee, you seem to find a clever excuse to not see me.”

“I haven’t been happy and it’s been this way for a long time now. The thought of suicide has never left my mind. Again and again I try to abandon the idea, but nothing can really take those thoughts away from my mind for too long. I’d like to focus only on the present, but I keep dwelling on the past.”

“I love you, Triston, even if no longer romantically. The memories you gave me are precious and a daily motivation. You’re always going to be a great man to me.”

Truth was, his warmth had yet to leave her soul. And after realizing this, she drove off into the night with a goal of chasing the moon until it was nowhere to be found. There were no stars in the sky, only a gigantic ball of light sitting in solitude, punishing itself for something it had no control over. She drove and drove, but the moon led her right back to his house.

The scene felt so familiar, dating back to ages and ages ago. She stood there, in his place, and he took hers against the door. She longed to help him, but she lost her right to the moment she walked away from their love. She never thought of him once when she was with Enrique but her heart just naturally drifted back to him now that she allowed it.

She didn’t say a single word and just sat on his steps. And things fell naturally into place when he plopped down, his back against hers. Two against the darkness, staring up at the hole in the velvet sky, unaware that Tessa was gazing down from the window.

Their silence had been through so much together.

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Nature's Touch To Miracle

“That’s not what you want to tell me. I know that because it wasn’t direct at all.”

“Neither of us follow the crowd, which means that we’re destined to walk our own paths. And as much as I’m grateful that we crossed paths in our own spectacular journeys, I don’t think we share a mutual destination. My journey isn’t for anyone else, and I suspect yours isn’t either. It’s wonderful to arrive at certain check points and find someone there to share the excitement with, but one day I’ll find myself in a place that no one’s ever been, and I don’t know if I have the grace to share that with anyone. My journey is one that I have to walk alone. Only then can I arrive at where I’m destined to go. And I love you because you are the same way."

"You know, when I was younger, someone told me that the worst thing you can do to someone is say I love you then walk away."

"Maybe it’ll be the best thing anyone’s ever done for you."

"Sounds too cliché for my liking."

"That’s because no one who says it truly understands it. That’s one of the things I’m on my way to find."

"Then let’s find it together. We’ll walk there together, because you and I both know that it’s one we want to share with someone. When the time comes, we’ll part ways. You’ll never reroute for me, I’ll never reroute for you. You never slow down for me; I never slow down for you. When we part ways, we don’t look back."

"What shall I fill the gaping hole of your absence with then?"

“You know that you can fill the void with anything and it’ll be just as good if you let it.”

“Not everything is worth making a miracle into.”

“What are you so afraid of? You were the one who told me that everything in life is a miracle.”

“And I’m afraid of losing the natural touch to that miracle.”

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